[vera]

Dear Santa , will you bring me on Christmas Night this year,
A gun, a drum, a book, a bike or « age 8″ football gear!
A helper in the kitchen for Mummy for the day,
A Tee Total Pin for Daddy in case he drinks his » pay »!
My brother wants a flying plane, my sister wants a pram
I know you’re busy , Santa , just do the best you can!
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Reflecting on our childhood « lists » can sometimes bring a smile
But remember « Santa Wishes » become « attachments » in a while!
The « needs » and « wants » we gratify, become our « Heart’s Desire »
But when He takes them from us, and we see our plans backfire,
We raise our eyes to heaven, pray, « I wish that God will hear,
And give me back my strength, my health, the things that I hold dear.
I need them Lord to carry out my work upon this earth
This is all I ask, Lord; I don’t need fame or wealth »
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« That may not be My Plan, child, He whispered in my ear,
But do your best and carry on, My Love casts out all Fear!

[Anonyme]

Love this Vera..

[charles]

I like your poem Vera. Whatever God’s plans are they don’t include you gambling. enjoy your Christmas.

[kpat]

A wonderful poem, thank you, Vera!

[Auteur]

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